Down For the Count.

One of those 'sick enough to lie down in the shower' kind of nights,
Where even the obvious doesn't feel quite right.
I'm sleeping under bridges, writing on the concrete walls.
This is all in my head, which is where it all falls.

Ice upon my head and I can't feel a thing;
Not the ache in my stomach nor the familiar sting.
The tears in my eyes are painfully clear.
Just wish that I knew someone was here.